Nigel Evan Dennis, The Work of.

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to avoid.

- Genesis "The Carpet Crawlers"

It's a bit like a memory, but its a littler stranger. Its a bit like the days of yore or the days of 'yester'. It's orange and powerful. And it's strong and beautiful.

Make me feel alive. Make me feel this. Make me rain.

There is only a little bit more time, but the accumulation is to be cherished. It is to be envied.

Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher
Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire
We spit into out hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Help open to the sun

- Peter Gabriel "Rhythm of The Heat"

This is the only time that this matters. Because I think it might be nuclear. I'm pretty sure if I think it, it will be come real. I can't be completely sure, but I'm maybe, like, 25% sure.

He's got kids. They're not good kids. He had a wife, but not anymore. Just a mistress. A M-I-S-T-R-E-S-S.

Positions: Second Baseman and Third Baseman
Bats: Right, Throws: Right
Height: 6' 1", Weight: 175 lb.
Born: September 18, 1959 in Spokane, WA
High School: North Central HS (Spokane, WA)
Drafted by the Philadelphia Phillies in the 20th round of the 1978 amateur draft.
Signed June 15, 1978. (All Transactions)
Debut: September 2, 1981
Teams (by GP): Cubs/Phillies 1981-1997
Final Game: September 28, 1997

This is a full on, shitty spectrum. Hertz my i's. Keep looking, but it makes me hungry.

I had a dream about this cave. I was lost in it, breathing underwater. Saw all of my friends from first grade. They were all full-grown adults, but I still recognized them. Small kids' faces on big adult bodies.